Hidden behind the wings of the brightest white was an angel that hid her beauty.
Her only assignments were to instill a sensuality, the purest of sexual attractions.
Nothing vile, nothing selfish, but the desires and the fires of the consummation of the mixtures of raw lust, of a real showing of love.
You will never see her, the way she sees it is that it's not about her.
She's in the aura of a room, of the coolest breeze that come in through the window, stirring the embers, starting passionate fires.
She causes...